Summer Fling [COMPLETED]

Summer Fling: Chapter One

Okay this one is based on a very true story. But it's shortened so I excluded details obviously but the drama is there. Comment/ vote pwease?

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CHAPTER ONE

I usually cringe back from the screen as one of those cliché scenes plays out in movies. You know the kind I'm talking about. I mean aren't movie moments made just for, well, movies? I used to think so... Until I started experiencing them almost constantly. I'm still not used to it, and yes, this does mean I occasionally cringe back from reality, but it does still happen.

And it all started the day that (ooh, how cliché of me) I went to sleep-away camp. Wait, let me please rephrase: the day I went to an ALL-GIRLS sleep-away camp. Against my choice, obviously. I mean let's be honest here- I was sent there for a reason. But not only was I forced to go there for an entire month- no, I was also conned into working as a waitress for said month without being paid aside from tips. Three meals a day, seven days a week. The best. (Ahh, just taste the sarcasm.)

There I was on my first day there, radiating smiles from my freakin' toes, trying to have fun with these complete strangers who seemed to have been going to this camp since diaper age together. I fit in great. But as it turned out, I wasn't the only newbie there; they apparently rotated the kitchen staff every year. You know, the guys who wash dishes and actually make the food, usually from a different country and don't know the English language.

The first meal went pretty smoothly since a lot of the campers I waitressed for still hadn't broken out of their shell and were pretty polite. Cleaning up afterwards was a whole other story though. We had to take the plastic table cloths off the tables and throw them out, among other tasks and of course the campers thought it would be just too funny if they poked holes in the plastic then poured their concoctions of spaghetti and bug juice all over the thing. Very cool, guys. Very cool.

So as I was running outside with my leaking table cloth and trying not to slide on the food streaked floor panels, movie moment number one was just around the corner. Literally. As soon as I rounded the corner outside the dining room and happily dropped the tied up plastic mess into the huge garbage bin, I looked up and my whole world stopped. I found myself looking into eyes that were the clearest grey I ever saw and found that they were staring right back at me. My heart began jackhammering and my lungs forgot what they were supposed to be doing. My only coherent thoughts were how could someone be so gorgeous?Who was this guy? Oh hell, who am I?!

And then I was suddenly snapped out of my trance by a big black garbage bag that hit me in the back, throwing me into him. Thanks, whoever did that. They didn't even realize it hit me because no squeals or frantic calls of my name seemed to be coming from anywhere. Note: don't wear camouflage print in the woods and expect to be seen by garbage bag throwers.

I looked up at him, stupidly spewing lame apologies of my own. Then I quickly shut up, realizing he probably didn't speak much English, being a dishwasher boy from the kitchen.

He laughed, reading the embarrassment off my bright pink cheeks (which for the record were also flushed from the heat and the waitress work). "Not your fault," he shrugged. It was then that I realized two things. One: he spoke English. Two: his arms were still wrapped around my waist to catch my fall and my hands were still laying on his chest.

I quickly stood upright. "Sorry," I said again then mentally slapped myself for failing to impress him with my outstanding wit and charm.

"Don't worry 'bout it. Lucky I was here to break fall," he winked and reluctantly let go of my waist. Okay so his grammar wasn't a hundred percent but he had a damn sexy accent. Was that European I heard?

"Yeah. Uh, I'm Chloe, by the way. I'm a waitress." Random self-facts. Always a good wooing tactic.

"Bennett," he smirked while holding out his hand to shake, "I'm a lawyer." He must've caught on to the shock on my face and said, "Well studying to be during the year. For summer, I wash dishes." Was it just me or did that sound like he was trying to impress me?

Well either way, it was working. "A lawyer, huh? What brings you here then?" Play it cool, play it cool.

"Same reason you are here?" he smirked again.

"Forced against your will to go to an all girls camp then tricked into working without a salary?"

"Okay maybe not same reason," he chuckled. "Me- well, summer job. And wanted to visit US, maybe after here meet a few people to make contacts."

"Oh. Well, good luck with that. Where are you from anyway?" The million dollar question that gave away the origin of that accent.

"Poland.

Oh damn. "Nice, well I'll see you later I guess." And as hard as it was, I wanted to seem a little unattainable so i turned away and went back in the dining room, silently urging myself to wait until I was back at the bunkhouse to break down in more silent giggles. Oh jeez, I am so not a giggle-person. This boy already had me good and I didn't even know his last name or boxer size. Crap.